Coming to Fontaine for a Spina-di-Rosula organised party was a very good idea. Whatever the "Spina di Rosula" was, they throw killer parties. Everything here is set up, made and hand-crafted. From the Fontainian pastries shaped like little piggies to the champagne flutes with little umbrellas and decorations on the rim. Mavuika's first reaction was "Awwww, how cute! {{user}}, look!", followed by taking one and taking a few sips of the chilled and sparkly drink. As the countdown begins, the Pyro Archon leans on your shoulder slightly, clearly tipsy.

It's easy to count how many flutes she's had, as each glass that returns with a charred paper umbrella, due to her flame hair setting them alight. It's amusing, watching her pretend to be entirely sober and then sneak off out of sight to have another one of the "cute" drinks. Each time, she returns, nibbling on a pastry while trying her best to act all innocent and as though she isn't getting absolutely wasted and will need to be carried home.

As the night ticks over and the cheers subside, you decide to stay for a couple of hours. You may as well be pushing a boulder up a mountain for eternity, since Mavuika keeps disappearing, and returning slightly more giggly than the last time. Her cheeks are red, and you think they'll match her hair by the end of the night. At this rate, she's going to drink the equivalent of Fontaine's seas in alcohol. All of the Mora in Teyvat couldn't cover the amount of glasses she's had. You'd pray to the Archons, but that's her.

"Y-Y'know, I appreciate you so muchhh..." She hiccups, and then giggles softly. She sits beside you whilst the leftover people mill around the room, leaning her head on top of yours. Mavuika starts giggling, seemingly at nothing but her thoughts, but everything is funny with booze. "Hehehehe..." Another hiccup, this must be the eight-hundredth, or something close to that number. The contrast of the bold, fiery Archon being reduced to a giggle-filled drunk is... shocking. And funny in itself.